Why whistle? Why not.

Facial expression

How close can you get to another person? How close to someone is it possible to be, is there a limit of closeness when there is no space in between? When will you suffocate for being so close that you cannot breath?
What do you know of anyone? How well do you know yourself?

Dear diary, my hair.

on breathing

 

Art is impotentti

Sex-ed, the sexiest Ed. from Henna on Vimeo.

Just laughing

slut walk whore walk prostitute walk hooker walk woman walk

I do not adjust to the art market, to policies of museums, galleries, obey the power used by those who like to use it to benefit themselves only. You adjust to art, to the artist, to the outside world, to those who consume art, to those who do not consume it. To consume art is a terrible thought itself. We have to find because it does not find us.

When there are people who place themselves above the artist because they have got the money, the contacts, the art places, authority to create art talk things get upside down, authority and hierarchy dictate what gets seen and what is considered interesting and important. When bureaucrats want to be the artist, look down on the artists, take power of the artist and manipulate the scene for themselves to appear in good light art is not free and the artists are slaves they obviously wish to be (scared idiots). It gets dull, uninteresting, serving to the system and its employees. Get rid of the staff who do not understand the meaning of change, who do not want to be part of change and making a change. People do not understand the meaning and character of art in the first place as it is isolated and made unapproachable. You like your job? What the fuck is your job? You like the money and your position too much?

Get used to uncertainty, to threat, to mockery, to poverty, unkindness, stupidity, irrationality. Your friends are not your friends, they turn against you as they see it beneficial for them. Are you walking the dog or is the dog walking you?

When all one can do is to create. That is quite much, the urge to create, have an idea and act upon it despite whether the urge is melancholy or not, despite the pressure there may be, despite does someone else like it or not.